I knew Kathy Joosten; we worked together on a very short-lived series called 'Thanks' for CBS.

I pulled my chair up to the table and Alex sat down, following suit, unable to guard a smile from breaking onto his lips. He was handsome; I had to give him that. His hair was perfectly gelled and his face was smooth and free of stubble. I could even detect the scent of cologne, something I knew him to rarely wear.
“I didn’t expect you to show up,” he admitted.
“Then why’d you invite me?” I hoped that I hadn’t sounded rude.
He chuckled and tucked his napkin into his lap. I did the same. “I guess I’m just a glutton for punishment.

See, we lived on Madison. They lived at 2, and I lived at 4. . . . We've been together ever since we were 5.

In terms of the series, we worked separately, getting together in rehearsal to beat out the material.

We always knew we'd be up against deep pockets. Thanks to the F.E.C., the pockets got even deeper.

Louis C.K. directs his show, which is very much like a series of short films.